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forlorn-crows · 3 months

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you wanted promts... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE NASTY BUT CUTE SWISSALPS NASTY BUT CUTE SWISSALPS THEYRE FILTHY LITTLE DUDES BUT THEYRE SO IN LOVEEEEEE

there's some cuteness in here, i swear it. mountain is a goober after all. but it's mainly nasty. @rrriver also requested rimming with dealer's choice of ghouls, so here we are (did you think it'd be swissalps, river? probably one out of two you thought it be lmao)

nasty ghouls under the cut. rimming and oral and fingering and fucking (oh my). top mountain came out to play today.

Swiss keens, tosses his head back. Mountain’s tongue is so good, so wet, so hypnotizing, he can’t form anymore coherent thoughts. Anything close to a thought fizzled out as soon as the earth ghoul pinned him down to the bed with only a hand on his sternum and a few honeyed words.

“Mount—unholy shit, baby,” he groans when the muscle dips inside. Gripping his cock in a tight fist when it leaks a bead of pre onto his stomach. Mountain hums—loud and rumbly on purpose—and digs his fingers into the multi ghoul’s spread thighs, pushing his knees closer to his chest. Really spreading him out nice and wide so he can lick deep.

“H-how do you get so far in there,” Swiss damn near whines. He starts to jerk in earnest, wet strokes that make his thighs jump and his toes twitch.

Mountain chuckles. He sucks on his rim lightly before pulling away, displaying his lengthened, unglamoured tongue as he licks his lips. He cradles a fang with the split end, making it flutter teasingly when Swiss cranes his head up to look.

And promptly lets it thud back down with a strained noise as his hand polishes the sticky tip of his cock.

“All the better to taste you with, darling,” Mountain lilts. Relishing in the desperation wafting off his partner.

“Fuck,” the multi-ghoul says intelligently. “That’s hot, baby, that’s fuckin’ hot.”

Mountain hums and returns to his task. Alternating between spreading him with his tongue and kissing around his hole. Even daring to smooth his thin fingers along the apex of his thighs, running through coarse curls until the digits press and tickle his balls.

It’s enough to drive Swiss crazy. He bites his lip until it threatens to bleed and pulls at himself without a care for pacing. Precum wrung from the slit with every involuntary clench, every stroke slicker than the last.

“Oh fuck, Mount, you’re gonna—hmpf gonna make me cum, feels so good,” Swiss babbles. Mountain can feel him twitch under his tongue, cheeks clenching as he nears the point of no return. A spike of urgency and need runs up his spine, and he pulls away with a string of saliva still connecting his tongue to Swiss’ hole.

“Don’t,” he says gruffly. “Don’t cum. Not yet.” He presses against the space his tongue created, slipping a finger inside just up to the first knuckle. Swiss gasps, hand stilling. “Want you on my cock,” Mountain breathes.

“Oh,” Swiss chokes out. Risks another squeeze to his cock before nodding and pulling away. Mountain slips that finger all the way inside, folding his lanky body over him to kiss him softly, deeply. Gripping the fat over his hips as pumps the digit in and out.

“There, Mount, yeah,” he groans. He loops his arms around Mountain’s neck, tangling his fingers in his mousy brown curls. Wraps a leg around him too, losing himself in the prep. Whining at the taste of himself on his tongue.

“You feel how hard you make me?” the earth ghoul purrs, nudging their cocks together as he slips a second finger in. “Can’t wait to get you on it. Bounce you til you’re shaking.”

Swiss moans, long and wanton. Mountain huffs a laugh against his lips when he clenches around the stretch, the deepest parts of him caressing his fingers with a firm seal.

“Gimme another, I can take it,” he begs, rocking into his hand.

“Eager,” Mountain teases. “But I like you like this, edelweiss.” He rubs their noses together. “Begging.” Kisses the corner of his mouth. “Desperate.” Another kiss at the hinge of his jaw. “Wet.” He whispers that right into his ear, rolling their hips together and crooking his fingers into the spot that makes him melt.

“Satanas, help me,” he wheezes. His tail betrays him, thumping against the bed in an eager rhythm.

The earth ghoul sucks the lobe of his ear into his mouth, humming when Swiss arches and groans loudly. “Shh, just open up for me. Let me treat you right.”

“Anything, fuck, whatever you want, baby, shit.”

Mountain smiles against his skin. Pushing on the back of one thigh so Swiss exposes himself further. “Good. Just like that.” Swiss’s cock twitches against his when he splays his fingers. Wringing from him another broken groan. “That’s it.”

Mountain may be quick to get all four fingers inside, but he certainly lets the stretch settle in, spreading and thrusting and working him open until he’s panting and almost loose against his hand.

“C’mere,” he says softly once Swiss starts begging again. Slipping his fingers out and guiding him to straddle his lap. Mountain folds his legs up underneath him, creating a cradle for his body once he sinks all the way down. “Right there, there we are, darling.”

Mountain holds Swiss with one hand on his lower back, placing kisses along his sternum as he lines up the wide head of his cock with the other hand. Teasing it against his slack entrance as the multi ghoul clings to his shoulders.

“Please,” Swiss whispers. His cock throbs between them, neglected all this time yet hardly flagged at all.

“I’ve got you,” Mountain assures him. He rubs the tip against his hole, pushing until the head pops in. And he keeps going, easing Swiss down with two hands on his ass, steadily lowering until he reaches the base. Bottoming out with a strained huff and shaky legs.

“Fuck—”

“—yes.” Mountain pulls him flush, chest to chest. Tucking his face into the crook of Swiss’ neck and breathing in patchouli and whiskey tinged with need. He just holds him there, warm and balls-deep. Overwhelmed with both arousal and love.

Above him, Swiss whines. He shifts a little in his lap, grunting when his cock rubs against Mountain’s stomach.

The earth ghoul holds him tighter. “Okay, edelweiss?”

“So fuckin’ big,” he groans. Mountain barks a laugh, skating his nails up and down Swiss’ back. He pulls back and gives him a peck on the lips, looking at him fondly and admiring the dark blush on his cheeks and the sweat on his hairline. He smiles and tucks his face back into his neck.

That is, not before dragging his lips up the prominent tendons in his neck, stopping once more at the shell of his ear and muttering into it, so low it sends a shiver right up Swiss’ spine:

“You can take it.”

#ask #hypnoneghoul #river #ficlet #the band ghost #ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfic #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss army ghoul #swissalps #mountain/swiss #swiss/mountain #swiss x mountain #mountain x swiss #hope you like!!#thats three in one week jeeze #and yet i still feel like i cant write lmao

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miasmaghoul · 7 months

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There is so much talk of creaming jorts on my blog right now and you know, it gave me a devious idea:

Mountain (or another ghoul of your choosing ofc, but it is still march haha) is getting close to the start of a rut, which has them feeling a little posessive a packmate pre-ritual. Like he needs to claim them a little to scratch the itch under their skin. What if they were having a sneaky make out session before curtain call and he unbuckled the others belt, creamed into their jorts undies and buckled them back up, just in time for them to feel him all ritual?

Gross.

I love it.

Leaned more into the possessive side of things, hope you don't mind!

(This has been sitting in my drafts for months I'm SO SORRY pretend it's still March shhhh)

Mountain breathes deep through his nose, trying to focus on the book in his hand as the van trundles down the road toward tonight's venue. It's some pulpy crime novel he'd grabbed at the last airport they visited, something intended to distract more than entertain, but despite being more than halfway through it Mountain couldn't name a single character if he tried.

He can't help it. Can't think about anything but the way every inch of him has started to buzz, how the very air around him hums.

There's a specific sort of pressure in the back of his head. Rigidity in the muscles along his spine. A disquieting tingle that's come to settle into his gut. It all speaks to one thing, and it couldn't be coming at a worse time.

It had started last night, a sharp spike of nearly painful arousal that had hit him in the middle of the night. Had roused him from an otherwise very sound sleep and jolted him so badly that the oversized ghoul had hit his head on the ceiling of his bunk. It hardly registered, Mountain honed in exclusively on the sudden, urgent need for release.

Rock hard and leaking already, he'd wasted no time in shoving his hands into his sleep sweats, gripping himself and pumping his hips into the tight channel of both fists. Forced to bite his tongue to mute the harsh groan threatening to escape his throat when he blew in a matter of seconds, eyes shut so tight that colors bloomed behind his lids.

It happened again in the bus shower this morning, Mountain struck by a wave of need so intense that he'd doubled over and nearly slipped. He'd lasted a little longer that time, not that he'd needed to, and the wet sound of his soapy hand flying over his cock still echoed in his ears. That one had left him dizzy, left him panting against the shower wall while he watched his load swirl down the drain.

There really are few things worse than an unexpected rut.

He knows that the others know, but most of them don't acknowledge it. He'd caught them all staring at different points, nostrils flared, but they were quick to look away. Dew, Rain, Cirrus and Cumulus did their best to be sly about it, furtive glances cast during casual conversation. Aeon and Aurora weren't quite so subtle - he could smell the pair of them from down the length of the bus. Could see Aeon getting chubby in his too-tight jeans and Aurora squeezing her thighs together. Both tempting in their own ways, to be sure.

But then there was Swiss.

Swiss, who he'd heard noisily tugging at himself in the bunk below while he came down from his first orgasm.

Swiss, who had been standing bright-eyed and grinning just outside the bathroom after Mountain's shower.

Swiss, who had spent the entire morning tossing him hungry glances and touching him at every possible opportunity.

Swiss, who now sits pressed tightly to his side in the cramped van while Mountain does his damnedest to ignore the heat of his body, the spice of his cologne and the weight of the hand on his knee.

Mountain can hardly think for how badly he wants. Wants to wrench Swiss's arm behind his back, get a hand in his hair and shove his tongue down his throat. Wants to tug Swiss into his lap in front of everyone and feel him up, wants to suck deep, dark marks into his neck while he grinds against his ass. Wants to get Swiss's strong legs over his shoulders, wants to get so deep inside that Swiss can't do anything but writhe and beg for his -

"You're growling, big guy," Swiss informs him, voice silken gravel, and Mountain nearly tears his book in half. He gives the other ghoul a sidelong glance, and Mountain knows that if they weren't glamoured Swiss would be smiling with every fang in his mouth. "Somethin' on your mind?"

Mountain doesn't deign to answer him, instead choosing to stare at the page he hasn't turned in the last ten minutes. To pretend his dick isn't hard as granite and leaking into the two pairs of too-tight underwear he'd shoved himself into.

He's first out of the van when they finally pull up to the amphitheater, sucking down heavy lungfuls of fresh, summertime air in an effort to clear his head. To wash away the heady scent of smoky whiskey, black pepper and bitter herbs stuck in his nose. To allow himself to think about anything but the familiar warmth of Swiss's body.

About the way he always holds himself open when Mountain bends him over. The way he moans in that deliciously whorish way when Mountain pushes in. The way Swiss's voice drops to a rasp and his breathing goes shallow when Mountain grips those narrow hips with bruising force. The way he grabs at his own hair when Mountain fucks him just right. The way Swiss's pretty little hole stretches around his -

"Mount!"

Rain's voice shakes him from his stupor, and as his cock pulses and leaks to memories of Swiss, Mountain hurries over to join his packmates. Rain gives him a worried look.

"Hey, you alright?" He reaches out to touch Mountain's arm, but seems to think better of it. Instead, he crosses his arms over his chest. "I know you're, uh..." he makes a vague southward gesture, "...struggling."

"I'm fine," Mountain grumbles, not so subtly adjusting himself and hoping he hasn't soaked a wet spot into his jeans. He catches a whiff of warm spice and old weed, and as Swiss breezes past them Mountain can practically feel his pupils narrow.

Rain seems less than convinced when Mountain proceeds to crack his knuckles, but he drops the subject nonetheless. They head inside together, and Mountain does his best to put on his game face.

He still stops in a bathroom along the way, unable to erase the image of Swiss stretched and keening from his mind. He spills into the toilet with the other ghoul's name on his tongue, and huffs out an irritated sigh when no relief follows.

This is going to be a very long show.

Still though, the hours between arrival and showtime pass in a blur. Soundcheck comes and goes, as do their myriad meetings with venue staff and conversations with their techs.

Through it all, Mountain can feel golden eyes boring into him. In the halls, on stage, in the dressing room. Mountain does his best to ignore the weight of Swiss's gaze as he applies his face paint, but the only other thing he can think of is the red-hot tangle of urgency between his legs. He meets Swiss's eyes in the vanity mirror as he slips on his helmet, the other ghoul peering at him over Rain's shoulder while they chat across the room.

He offers a wink through his lenses, and Mountain's balls ache.

The call comes for ten minutes til showtime, and the others make their way from the dressing one by one. Swiss doesn't so much as move from his position against the wall. Mountain can feel his breaths coming quicker as Aurora and Cumulus share a sideways hug, the door clicking shut behind them, and then they're alone.

They're alone, and Swiss grins.

Mountain's across the room in two stride, and before Swiss can so much as breathe he's pinned to the wall by his throat. Mountain snarls in his face, leaning in until he can feel Swiss' breath on his lips, hot and tobacco tinged.

"Why must you always insist on being such a fucking tease?"

Swiss' lips curl up at the corners despite the pressure on his neck, and something predatory prickles at the back of Mountain's mind.

"Not my fault you're thrown' off pheromones like crazy," he said, just a little strained. Swiss rolls his hips towards his pelvis and Mountain's stomach gives a mighty swoop. "Can't blame me for wanting a taste."

Swiss licks at the air, breathes deep, and Mountain squeezes his throat so tight his eyes roll back.

"Can't even ask for what you want, can you?" The taller ghoul's other hand finds Swiss' belt and Mountain unbuckles it with aggresive fingers. He knows he's growling as best he can through his glamour, and the way Swiss shivers says he gets the message. "Too stupid to use your words? Just have to be a fucking tease about it?"

Swiss gives him a hurried nod as he swallows against the pressure of Mountain's palm, and he grunts when Mountain yanks his pants and briefs down in one go. A rough hand gropes his rapidly thickening cock, and Swiss visibly winces, eyes bright.

"Don't make that face." Mountain pulls his hand from Swiss' growing chubby to unzip his own pants, to fish himself out through his already stained briefs. "You asked for this." He groans at his own touch, cock hot and heavy in his hand. He smears the wet tip of it over Swiss' shaft and the sensation wrenches a moan from him.

Swiss licks his lips, nods again as his eyes drift south, and as Mountain starts to stroke himself he chokes out a pained huff. Mountain's hold on the other ghoul's throat never slackens, not even as his chest starts to heave while his cock jumps. He pulls at himself with firm tugs, each one sounding slicker than the last. Swiss lets his helmet thud back against the wall, hands coming up to rest on Mountain's forearm. He rocks forward and Mountain growls, can't keep himself from pressing closer. From crowding Swiss to the wall and bumping his fat cock with every pass of his fist.

"I'm going to give you something special." They're close enough that Swiss's breath clouds his lenses. Mountain's balls are starting to go tight already, the tension settled into every part of his body melting into tingly heat that has his shoulders sagging. "Something to think about while you're dancing like a whore for all those people."

He works himself hard and fast, the urgent heat in his veins threatening to set his skin alight. Swiss's ignored cock bobs and bounces, the other ghoul gripping his choking arm tight and spitting tight curses through clenched fangs every time Mountain nudges it.

"Touch me," Swiss manages to spit, blunt nails digging through his shirt. He bucks as best he can, but all that accomplishes is a brief bump against Mountain's fist. "Mount - Mount you gotta -"

He gurgles when Mountain squeezes him into silence, huffing while he polishes his leaking tip.

"Shut up," he bites out, teeth clenched chest heaving. "Sluts don't get to make demands."

For once in his life, Swiss keep his mouth shut.

It's no time at all before Mountain's balls draw up, his hips twitching in animalistic jerks. He grunts with every stroke, brow knit behind his mask, and the closer he gets the better Swiss's strained gurgling sounds.

"Gonna make sure they all know you're mine."

Swiss's cock spits a blurt of pre that hits his stroking hand, and with an impossibly deep moan Mountain shoots in thick ropes that splatter against his cock, balls and muscular thighs. Heavy streaks that cling to heated skin and coarse hair. That leave him filthy and marked in a way that has Swiss's knees wobbling. Mountain doesn't release his throat until his cock dribbles its last, and the deep, starved breath Swiss sucks in is musc to Mountain's ears.

He steps away while Swiss catches his breath and struggles to keep his legs under him, heads back to vanity to clean himself up. He hisses as the hand towel he finds scratches at his sensitive flesh, and in the mirror Swiss catches his eyes once more.

"Just gonna leave me like this?" Swiss pants, gesturing at his flushed, messy cock. He sounds surprised, and Mountain really can't imagine why. A pearly stripe drips, beads up to leave a stain in his undies that has Mountain drooling.

"Deal with it," he rumbles in response, tucking himself away and fastening his belt. "I want to smell it on you tonight."

He has the pleasure of watching Swiss' eyelids droop behind his lenses at the timbre of his voice, rich with intent. Mountain grabs his sticks and heads to join the others, and the sound of Swiss's zipper makes him smirk. There's something deeply satisfying about leaving him sticky and wanting, and even though he's hard again halfway through Kaisarion Mountain finds it easy to lose himself in his musicmaking.

Until Watcher in the Sky comes up and he makes the mistake of peeking over at Swiss's platform while Dew's guitar wails. Finds him on his knees and elbows with his ass in the air.

As both of his sticks splinter in half, Mountain swears he's going to make Swiss cry tonight.

It's what the slut deserves.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul (in the distance)#mountain/swiss #mountain x swiss #swissalps #im not rereading this before i post so if you see mistakes #no you dont #moony this is YOUR FAULT

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coffeeghoulie · 6 months

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Kinktober Day #23: Facesitting

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!

Pairing: Mountain/Swiss

Summary: Swiss sweettalks Mountain into trying something he knows they'll both enjoy.

Trans Mountain, cock and cunt used to describe what he's working with, Swiss being goofy and the two of them being sweet on each other, a bit of negotiation but everyone is super into it, Mounty just has some concerns.

Read under the cut or on AO3!

"I am going to break your neck, Swiss," Mountain groans, rolling his eyes as he washes his hands. He's changed out of his work clothes into a comfortable pair of sweats, no shirt, scrubbing dirt from underneath his fingernails that never seems to go away.

Swiss leans against the bathroom doorframe, gold eyes half-lidded as he stares at Mountain's profile. "Oh, come on, maple. You won't break my neck. Even if you did, what a way to go." Swiss whistles lowly, eyes dragging down, and Mountain can feel the heat of his gaze burning against his hip.

He shuts off the water, drying his hands on a spare towel and turning to face the multighoul. "You want me to sit on your face that bad?" He questions, furrowing his brows.

Swiss laughs, bright and bell-like, standing up straight and kissing the earth ghoul between his eyes, wrapping his arms around his hips. "I want to make you feel good," he shrugs. "It doesn't have to be you sitting on my face if you really don't want to try it. Tell me how you want me, and we can work something out."

Mountain sighs, ducking his head down to press his forehead to Swiss's shoulder. "Swiss. I'll do it, but you need to tell me if I'm hurting you."

Swiss cards his fingers through Mountain's hair, gently pulling the tie holding back his auburn waves. Mountain chuffs as Swiss guides him up to look him in the eye. "I promise, Mounty. I will let you know."

"Thank you, edel," Mountain says, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

Swiss grins, deepening the kiss as he walks backwards into their bedroom, guiding Mountain by the hips to their bed. He jolts as the backs of his knees hit the edge of the mattress, breaking the kiss with a laugh.

Mountain grins as Swiss shucks his shirt, laying down flat on his back. He makes a face, biting his lip as he plays up being seductive. He reaches for Mountain, using two fingers to make a come hither gesture, waggling his eyebrows.

Mountain laughs, eyes crinkling as he grins at his mate. He fumbles with the ties of his sweats, kicking them and his underwear off, trying to get them at least near the hamper before climbing onto the mattress. He straddles Swiss's broad chest, suddenly hesitant about what they're about to do. He crosses his arms over his chest, mindlessly rubbing over the scars under his pecs.

"Hey," Swiss whispers, staring up at him, the reverence palpable. He settles his hands on Mountain's hips, not gripping tight to bruise, just holding, smoothing his thumbs along the sharp juts of his hipbones. "You don't have to do this just because I want it, maple."

Mountain blushes, the contrast vivid against his freckles. He tries to hide behind his hair, but sighs and looks down at Swiss. "I do want this, edelweiss. Just really don't want to explain to Aeth why we're in the infirmary."

Swiss throws his head back into the pillows, laughter bright and contagious. "Come on, Mounty, it'll be okay. I've gotcha."

Mountain smiles, shuffling further up towards the head of the bed, wrapping his long fingers around the headboard as he settles over Swiss's face. The multighoul moans loudly, hit with the earthen smell of Mountain's arousal.

"Shit, maple, you must be really into this," Swiss groans, eyes squeezed shut. "You're so wet."

Mountain's breath hitches, his little dick twitching where it juts out proudly from his folds. "Yeah," he admits. "Just thought I was too big, was gonna hurt you."

"You wouldn't hurt a fly," Swiss groans, grip beginning to tighten around Mountain's hips. "You gonna give it to me, maple? Lemme make you feel good."

He starts to tug downwards, and Mountain takes a deep breath before letting Swiss pull him down onto his face. He gasps, slumping forward as Swiss presses the flat of his tongue to his cock, putting divine, wet pressure against the sensitive flesh. Swiss's mustache prickles against his folds, and he keens, hips jolting out of his control.

Mountain's horns thud against the wall, his tail wrapping tight around Swiss's thigh. "Shit," he hisses, sinking his fangs into his lip as Swiss groans against him.

"Yeah, maple?" Swiss turns his head, pressing kisses against the freckled skin of his inner thigh. "S'good?"

"Yes, good, you're always so good at that," Mountain hisses, his eyes squeezed shut as Swiss turns his attentions back to his cunt, lapping at his entrance with a groan. Swiss's eyes roll back as he drinks Mountain down, the earthy, almost herbal taste of his slick consuming every sense.

He pulls Mountain down firmer against his mouth, unglamoured tongue slipping inside, and Mountain keens, auburn hair falling over his eyes, sticking to his sweaty forehead. One of his hands lets go of the headboard, sneaking down between his thighs to hold onto Swiss's curls as he works.

Mountain rocks his hips as gently as he can as Swiss licks at the spongy spot inside of him right behind his cock, the one that never fails to make his vision go white. His knuckles pale as he digs his claws into the headboard, pulling Swiss impossibly closer. "Shit, fuck, edel, Swiss," Mountain pants as Swiss digs his fingers harder into his hips.

"Yeah, baby, is it good?" Swiss asks, panting as he catches his breath, bringing one hand to the apex of Mountain's thighs, rubbing his cock between thumb and forefinger.

Mountain keens, hips bucking into Swiss's hand. He nods frantically, trying to get Swiss's mouth back on him, his previous concerns fucked out of his brain. "Fuck, Swiss, close," he pants, hips bucking minutely out of his control.

Swiss stares up fondly, suckling Mountain's cock between his lips, swiping his hot tongue across the tip. "Do it, maple, drench me."

Mountain doubles over with the force of his orgasm, coating the lower half of Swiss's face in slick as he shouts. Swiss coos wordlessly, working him through it, lapping greedily at the taste of him.

When his body stops trembling, Mountain slumps off of Swiss, rolling to lay on his back next to the multighoul. Their chests heave as they both catch their breath. "Fuck, edelweiss," he groans, cock twitching valiantly as he sees the way the lamplight glints off of Swiss's soaked chin.

"Yeah, Mounty?" Swiss grins, licking his lips like the cat that got the cream. "See, you didn't break my neck."

Mountain reaches over and smacks Swiss's shoulder, and the multighoul dissolves into laughter. Mountain can't help but join in.

#ghostober #kinktober 2023 #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain/swiss #dot's writing #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction

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iamthecomet · 11 months

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could you write some bottom swiss w/ a ghoul of your choice? i rarely see swiss bottom in fics god damn

We really do need more bottom Swiss. And I am happy to provide.

It takes a lot to get Swiss to shut up. A gag is usually the easiest bet. His own underwear, fingers, one of Rains' many ball gags, shoved between his teeth, drool slipping out over his plush lips. A cock down his throat works too. Though, that gives him too much leeway to pull off and keep talking. The words that pour from his lips are filthy. The kind of things that make Mountain feel insane. Like he's going to blow before he even gets inside of the multi-ghoul. And Mountain likes that--doesn't usually complain about Swiss' dirty talk. But sometimes, like today, he wants to take his time. And that calls for desperate measures. Swiss' is slack-jawed. Eyes glassy. His head tips to the side on his silk pillowcase, drool dripping down his cheek to soak into the fabric. There's cum streaked over his stomach and chest. Some of it drying in his body hair. His cock is half hard against his belly, working back up to full stiffness with each thrust of Mountain's cock. He stopped mouthing off after the third orgasm. Ever since Mountain presses Swiss' legs a little further up, his knees getting ever closer to his ears as Mountain carves a spot inside of him that has Swiss gasping. "Good?" Mountain asks. Pulling out almost all the way, the flared head of his cock the only thing still catching inside of Swiss' fluttering hole. Swiss redirects his gaze, brings his head back to center with what looks like effort. He swallows, nods. When Mountain pushes back in Swiss' breath catches. His cock twitches against his stomach. Mountain holds his legs open with hands on the back of his thighs and slides forward. It's all so slow, so decadent. Mountain taking the time to feel every slick inch of Swiss' body, full, deep thrusts that send Swiss' eyes rolling back into his head and his hands to his cock and balls. Playing more than stroking, cupping himself like just the pressure is enough to keep him tethered. Mountain shifts, leaning down, hooking Swiss' knees over his shoulders and pressing his palms to the bed on either side of Swiss' head. Rocking into him as deep as he can go, claiming. "You'd give me anything I asked for right now," Mountain says. Not a question. Fact. It's written all over Swiss' lax face. There's worship in the width of his eyes and Mountain feels drunk on it. On the way Swiss clenches around him as he pulls out--like he's trying to stop him. Hold him deep in his body and keep him there. Swiss is cock drunk, sloppy. He nods a little too eagerly. Gone except for sensation. The push and pull of Mountain above him, the lazy grip he has on his cock. Mountain doesn't think he's really getting anything from that--but he's filling out nicely again. Stiff and hard beneath his own loose fingers. "Can you cum again?" Mountain asks. Swiss blinks brow furrowing. Mountain tucks his head into his chin to look down between their bodies, watches as Swiss' fingers tighten around his cock. Mountain pushes himself up so he can see better. Sitting back on his knees while he fucks into Swiss. Leaning his face against Swiss' ankle, green eyes fixed on the shiny head of Swiss' cock disappearing and reappearing into his fist. Mountain keeps that slow pace, rhythmic, lulling, as Swiss jerks himself frantically. The room filling with the wet sound as pre slips down his fingers. Swiss digs his teeth into his lips, desperation clouding his features as he tries, begs his body to cum again far too soon. Mountain reaches down, pulls the hand Swiss is using to cup his balls away and brings it up, pressing it on Swiss' lower stomach. "You feel me?" Mountain snaps his hips forward and Swiss yips. "Oh fuck," Swiss groans. "You do," Mountain grins down at him, pressing his hand down a little harder. Swiss gasps, either at the pressure of what he feels, Mountain doesn't particularly care which. The sensation sends another spurt of precum running down Swiss' fingers. He's leaking in earnest now. Close. Gasping and shaking. Mountain can feel each little twitch, every flutter

around his cock driving him closer and closer to just blowing it deep inside the multi-ghoul. He grits his teeth, picks up the pace. Swiss' fingers curl down under his digging into his own stomach as his body goes taught. Toes curling up by Mountain's ears. He cums hard, mouth open in a silent shout. Hot splatters of cum painting the back of Mountain's knuckles where he's still holding Swiss' hand down. "Good?" Mountain asks again, bending down to press a kiss to Swiss' sweaty forehead. The motion driving him even deeper and making Swiss whine. Swiss nods. "Yeah. Fuck." "Think you can give me another one?" Swiss freezes, swallows hard. He looks up at Mountain brow knitting down in confusion. "I don't--no. No. I can't--I don't know--" Mountain wipes his sticky knuckles off on Swiss' belly. "You can. I know it."

#comet writes #ficlet #request #mountain/swiss #swiss army ghoul #mountain ghoul #bottom swiss #ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfic #ghost fic #unedited #don't look at my mistakes

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ghoul-slime · 7 months

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80 with some mountain/swiss? if you'd so kindly write it :)

Mountain/Swiss with a little bit of mean Swiss and some boot kink (as a treat). Also still taking prompts!

Swiss knows what he looks like up on that stage. How his uniform pants hug his hips in just the right way, how the vest cinched tight around his waist accentuates his broad shoulders and chest. The way he grinds into his mic stand, strokes his rain shaker like it's an extension of himself.

Swiss loves putting on a show, and tonight, Mountain feels like the show is just for him. Swiss has been watching him all night long, eyes shining and brilliant white fangs on display. Every thrust of his hips and flick of his tongue were aimed directly at Mountain’s kit, and Swiss made sure he knew it. Every time Mountain glanced at Swiss’ platform he’d been staring back at him, shooting him that signature too-wide grin normally reserved for the crowd.

Mountain sweats through his uniform faster than usual that night.

At bows he feels Swiss press up against him and take his hand. And he doesn’t let go as they walk off stage, dragging him past the techs and through the venue to the dressing rooms. Mountain is still sweating as Swiss pushes and pulls him, bullies him onto the dressing room couch with his long legs spread. Distantly, Mountain notices that his own boot laces are still untied.

“You’ve been watching me all night, big guy” Swiss laughs, “Pretty sure you’ve been drooling.”

Mountain sputters, wanting to point out that Swiss had been leering at him all night, but the thought is snuffed out when Swiss leans in to kiss him, shoving his tongue into his mouth, wet and hot and licking in deep. He tastes like cannabis and grease makeup.

Mountain is hard in his pants immediately.

Swiss breaks the kiss, straightening back up and grinning down at Mountain again. Hungry.

He’s still grinning when he lifts one foot to press between Mountain’s legs, digging directly into his crotch with the toe of his boot. Mountain moans ragged and deep as Swiss increases the pressure, bending his knee and leaning in as he presses the thick rubber sole of his boot onto Mountain’s straining cock.

“What? Does that feel good?” Swiss teases, feigning surprise as Mountain whimpers an affirmative, hands scrabbling at the fabric of the couch as Swiss eases the pressure.

Mountain clenches his eyes and nods frantically when Swiss presses in again. This time he twists his foot, dragging the toe of his boot down Mountain’s cock before pressing in one more time with his heel. Mountain can feel the entire sole of his boot pressing against the length of his twitching cock, and he opens his eyes to see a dark, wet patch blooming at the tip, soaking through the fabric.

“Think you can cum like this?” Swiss asks, sounding genuinely surprised. Mountain nods again.

He’s expecting Swiss to take pity on him, press back in with his boot and finish him off right there in his pants, making a mess of his uniform and the dressing room couch. Instead Swiss pulls away completely, leaving Mountain shaking, looking up at him through damp lashes.

He’s ready to start begging when Swiss hauls himself into Mountain’s lap. Suddenly it’s a blur, Swiss grinding into his lap, dragging his own clothed erection up and down Mountain’s leaking cock as he humps relentlessly against him. The couch creaks with their weight as Swiss attaches his mouth to Mountain’s neck, eagerly nipping and sucking with filthy, wet sounds. Swiss snakes a hand into Mountain’s hair, licking across his Adam’s apple, mouthing thick and slick into his ear, dragging the sharp points of his fangs up the length of his pulsing jugular as he twists and grinds. Treating Mountain’s lap like a mirror image of his mic stand on stage.

Mountain feels the heat coil in his gut, balls drawing up tight and ready to bust when Swiss backs off. He cries out at his ruined orgasm and Swiss only grins down at him, black grease paint nearly completely smudged off, remnants of it staining his fangs. Mountain knows his neck must be a fucking wreck, streaked with black and peppered with bruises, shiny wet with Swiss’ spit.

“Too bad,” Swiss laughs, and pats Mountan’s cheek with the palm of one big hand. He stands, adjusting his own straining cock in his pants and turns to leave with a sway of his hips.

Mountain can only stare, chest heaving and erection flagging as Swiss makes for the door of the dressing room.

Before he leaves, he looks at Mountain over his shoulder, sporting another wicked grin.

“Rooming with Aether tonight, think maybe you should ask to swap hotel keys with him.”

Swiss blows him a kiss and as the door closes, Mountain can hear Swiss laughing to himself all the way down the hallway.

#swiss army ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #swiss/mountain #mountain/swiss #ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #swiss x mountain #mountain x swiss #ghoul-slime ask #ghoul-slime fic

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cheerycherrycandy-resurrected · 4 months

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A Very Midwest Emo Yuletide

I didn't intend on posting this on Christmas, but here we are! Oh and hi @alwaysjustmina I believe I promised you this...

Found-family Yuletide meal, set in the Midwest Emo Ghouls AU. Mountain and Swiss are hosting the annual Yuletide meal and everyone's invited, even a special guest from New York...

Some Ghroup Yuletide meal found family fluff, not at all inspired by my uni-reunion-christmas-meal last weekend.

Rating: General wc: ~ 1600

Read below the cut or on AO3!

For the Midwest Emo AU, when there's multiple career hcs on the tag I chose my favorite, likewise sorry for any Britishisms. I’m saying this has the same “US-UK-hodgepodge" vibes as Sex Education did on Netflix...

“Give me a hand, Mount!” called Swiss, as he dragged a freshly-felled fir tree through the door. As always he’d left it to the last minute and, as always, he’d overestimated the size of tree they could realistically fit inside their low-ceilinged farmhouse on the edge of town.

Mountain chuffed in amusement, drying his hands on his apron, before helping Swiss bully the tree into a somewhat-upright position in the corner, into the holder he had made many years previously.

“Fewer squirrels still living in it this year then, Snapdragon?” Mountain laughed over his shoulder, bustling back to the kitchen end of the large room.

“I can’t promise!” Swiss paused to re-tie his boots, before grabbing a bucket and heading back out the door to dig up the root vegetables he had held back specially for their Yuletide feast. Almost everyone was coming this year, and they were sure to be hungry.

“Where are we on the schedule then Mounty?” asked Aurora, her rolled-up sleeves the only part of her not dusted in flour or icing of some kind. She bent down to glare at the cake she had in the oven, daring it not to rise.

“We’re making good time Ror, the Turkey’s ready to go in as soon as your cake is finished, I’ll make pigs-in-blankets later, then it’s just potatoes, parsnips, carrots, and sprouts as soon as Swiss is done. Have you heard how the girls are getting on this morning?”

“Lulu says Cirrus filled the car with bottles last night so we’re good for drinks, and she already made a Yule log and a plum pudding yesterday, and a trifle this morning!”

“Everything’s going to plan then. I hope Dew’s given Rain time to prepare everything they’re bringing…”

Across town, Rain was indeed pushed for time, thanks to his rather stressed husbands buzzing around his head all morning. He was incredibly grateful he’d made the stuffing and cranberry sauce the night before; he was running behind finishing his nut roast, and hadn’t even started on the cauliflower cheese yet. Dewdrop was panicking about his upcoming Yuletide sermon, a yearly occurrence (both the panicking and the sermon), and Phantom had somehow managed to lose all of the craft materials he needed for the youth club event he was running at the church with Sunshine.

When their doorbell rang, immediately followed by several loud knocks signalling Sunny’s characteristic impatience, Rain had breathed a sign of relief. She had whisked Phant away for the day, reminding him that she had all the construction paper and glitter, and promising to be at Swiss and Mountain’s on time for the meal later. Rain was glad she was driving, last year he’d still been vacuuming glitter out of his car in April. Sunny taught pre-K at the local school, and since the school term had already ended, she and Phantom were running an extended youth group session for the children and kits who’s parents had to work today. She had been over at the youth pastor’s house several nights this week already, trying to teach him how to make pipe-cleaner Yule goats.

Now just Dew remained, and Rain was splitting his time between packing his nut roast into a pan, and reassuring Dew that yes, his sermon’s message was clear, no it wasn’t boring, yes he would still love him if it went badly, and no he’s not fed up with him talking about it, and nor is Phantom. Eventually, he stuffed a wooden spoon into his hand, and told him to get stirring the cheese sauce while the cauliflower steamed.

Back at the farmhouse, Aurora’s cake was cooling on the side and the turkey was in the oven. Swiss had returned with enough vegetables to feed a small army which he was busy washing and chopping to roast with honey from his bees later. Mountain and Aurora were hurriedly decorating the tree, hanging almost a decade’s worth of decorations made and gifted to them by Mountain and Swiss’ scout troop. Cirrus and Cumulus were due to arrive any minute, and the hosts wanted their home to feel suitably festive before they put them to work helping to finish dinner.

“Ding dong!” trilled a voice entering through the open kitchen door. Cumulus bustled in, arms laden with goodies. “Cir’s just backing the car up.”

“Hey Lus, good to see you!” Swiss moved to pull her into a hug, remembering at the last minute to put down the large knife he was holding first.

“Lulu! My dessert queen!” squealed Aurora as she ran back into the kitchen, her socked feet sliding on the flagstone floor. She narrowly avoided toppling into Cirrus, bags clinking with bottles that no doubt promised a good time once they returned from church that evening. “Oh, hi Riri, did you bring the lavender syrup from the bar?”

“Let her breathe first, Petal.” Mountain also re-entered the kitchen, and laid one of his large and gentle hands on Aurora’s shoulder.

“Hello Rory, everyone, happy Yule!” setting the bags gently on the floor, Cirrus deftly extracted a small purple bottle from one of them. “Lavender syrup, m’lady”.

“Amazing, thanks Cir! Lu, will you help me taste the frosting for my cake? I don’t want to add too much lavender, I can’t feed Mist soap cake!”

Biting back a smile, Cumulus let herself be dragged over to the still cooling cake, and the bowl of frosting waiting next to it. Aurora and Her Yule Cake had been a much discussed topic all week: Aurora’s not-at-all-subtle crush on Mist, the ghoulette who owned the town’s small record shop, was not as secret as she may have hoped. After their last run-in at the coffee shop Rory worked in, during which Mist had briefly mentioned that her favourite cake was an Earl-Grey and lavender concoction she’d had in her art student days, Aurora had been obsessed with the idea of making it for their Yule celebration. Mist wasn’t due to arrive until later in the day, as she lodged in Zephyr’s spare room and had promised them and Omega a lift out to the farm straight after they finished work at the local GP surgery.

Mountain pottered back over to check on the turkey, and hummed in satisfaction at what he saw. He began loading Cumulus’ desserts into the fridge, before pulling out sausages and bacon to assemble Phantom’s favourite Yuletide trimming.

The next to arrive were Rain and Dew, both looking somewhat frazzled, arms loaded with foil-covered trays. Separately and silently, the pair dumped their offerings on the counter before beelining for the fridge for a drink to de-stress. Mountain snickered and shook his head at them fondly, before putting Rain’s nut roast into the oven and removing the turkey to rest. There was a reason Rain, Dew and Phantom never hosted Yule, after all.

Phantom and Sunny showed up a while later, both with hair full of glitter and even some in Phantom’s eyebrow. The children and kits from the youth church group had made them their annual Yuletide decorations, which they hung on the tree with Cirrus. Phantom proudly showed off his best attempt yet at a Yule goat to Dew, the horns almost even this time.

Last to arrive, as expected, were Omega, Zephyr and Mist, Omega still loosening his festive tie as he walked in the door and trading it with Swiss for a beer. Aurora was very glad she had changed her flour-dusted outfit after her baking escapades: Mist had clearly put in effort, her short shock of icy platinum hair meticulously styled to look effortless. As she laid a cool hand on Aurora’s arm, wishing her a happy Yuletide in her low, soft voice, Aurora had blushed almost as red as the sequins on her dress.

Eventually, Swiss managed to wrangle everybody into a mis-match of seats around the table, and Mountain led the charge of serving up the food. In a flurry of plates, side-dishes and serving spoons, everybody soon had a plate piled high with their annual Yuletide feast.

Just as Mountain was taking the final seat, there was a knock at the door. While the others shared confused glances, Mountain and Swiss exchanged a knowing look.

“Get the door would you Dew? You’re closest.” asked Swiss.

Dew huffed and rolled his eyes, but there was no heat behind it. He moved to the door, throwing it open to meet a pair of warm, violet eyes above a soft and almost sheepish grin.

“Aether!” he had all-but shrieked, throwing himself into the larger ghoul’s chest with such force he almost pushed him straight back out the door.

“Hey there Firefly, Happy Yule.” Aether brought large arms up to encircle Dew in a hug, slowly walking them far enough into the house to close the door.

“Glad you made it Aeth!” Swiss smiled, clapping him on the shoulder as he pulled another chair up to the table, squeezing it in between his and Dew’s.

“Just in time too!” Mountain placed a hastily filled extra plate of food in front of the new chair, and leaned over a still-attached Dewdrop to gently knock horns with Aether. Aether deposited Dew back into his seat before taking his own, exchanging greetings with the other ghouls, both old friends and newer.

After a very merry Yule feast, but before stuffing themselves further with dessert and cake – or getting lost to Cirrus’ lethal cocktails – they piled into a selection of cars to head to church, all of Dew’s nerves forgotten in the excitement of Aether’s return.

#midwest emo ghouls au #midwest emo ghouls #midwest emo ghouls <3 #I might edit this some later #dew/rain/phantom #mountain/swiss #aurora and mist circling each other and sniffing #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost #em writes #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #ghost

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divine-misfortune · 1 year

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Mushy May, day 4. First kiss.

Rating: everyone

Pairing: Swiss/Mountain (swiss alps?)

Words: 1,119

Summary: Swiss has agonized and torn himself apart over the idea of it for months. It was one kiss, but what if he fucked it up?

How was he supposed to be calm about this?

Swiss was the furthest thing from calm, he'd say he was outright panicking, and if anyone could see the speed at which his thoughts raced they'd agree. On the outside at least he appeared collected, aside from the fact he kept wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. He could blame that on the heat of the greenhouse.

All he could smell was herbs and flowers, and part of him was grateful. It was a distraction at least. If he'd been able to catch Mountain’s scent, he'd be done for. What little composure he had would have failed him entirely almost immediately. He could feel it already faltering but he kept the foolish hope that it might last until he could think of an excuse to smoothly leave the situation.

And the situation?

It was torture, that's what it was. Just the two of them in the narrow rows of plants, mingling with the fauna as they squeezed past each other. If Swiss had to feel Mountain's hand sliding against his waist again he might just bury his head into the nearest bag of topsoil.

Every touch and glance had Swiss fumbling over himself. Mountain nearly sent his poor heart beating out of his chest and it was disgustingly effortless on his part.

He bit his lower lip when Mountain set his watering can down, watching the way he folded his sleeves up with a fascination that could only be described as obsessive. His fingers moved so smoothly, the muscle under the skin flexing slowly with each movement. Swiss could feel his mouth run dry, his typically clever tongue sitting twisted up in his mouth.

"Swiss-"

The multi ghoul stared at the movement of his lips. His top fangs were crooked, how had he never noticed that before? He could feel his heart stutter for the hundredth time. Mountain's lips were plush with the faintest scar at the corner of his mouth, Swiss couldn't quite remember how he got it.

"Hey?"

And then there were those dimples, soft divots in his cheeks to accompany his lopsided grin.

"Swiss!"

He jumped, nearly out of his own skin, and dropped his own watering can. It spilled over the hem of his pants and his shoes. Great.

"Dude are you okay? You've been watering that basil plant for five minutes."

"...huh?" Swiss blinked and glanced at the poor plant that had fallen victim to his distraction. There was water spilling down the sides of its terracotta pot and pooling around the base. He felt his face grow warm and swallowed. "Fuck, sorry."

"What's got you so in your own head today?"

"You."

Mountain blinked and wiped his hands on his apron. The damn movement of his hands again. He took a step towards him and Swiss felt his stomach flip. He grabbed for the watering can and retreated for the hose on the far side of the small building. It wasn't much distance but it was distance.

The word was supposed to stay inside his head, silent admission and nothing more but it escaped despite himself. He debated hitting his head against the wall.

"Me?" Mountain asked, almost amused.

The wall was becoming more tempting.

"Yes! You!" Swiss groaned and dropped the hose. "It's always you, you're always in my head! You never leave!"

"Did I do something?"

"Yes! No? I don't know!" He dragged his hands down his face. "You're just, you're you."

"I'm…sorry?"

"You're you and you're perfect and it's driving me insane. I want to be around you because when I'm not my chest aches but it gets so tight when you're around I forget how to breathe. I don't know what I'm supposed to do about it. About you. About any of this shit!"

Mountain shifted and settled his hands on his hips, watching Swiss start to get more and more fidgety. He felt like he was about to vibrate right out of his skin at this rate. The thoughts had started, he'd let a little trickle out and the rest broke through like a fucking flood. He couldn't make himself shut up if he tried.

The look on Mountain's face was hard to pin down, anywhere from bewildered to bemused.

"You don't know what to do, okay…So, what do you want to do?"

"Kiss you."

Swiss wanted to rip the tongue right from his mouth when Mountain blushed. He tipped his head slightly, ear twitching a bit.

"What's stopping you?"

"I, well, um," he stammered. Swiss couldn't remember the last time he fucking stammered. "Because I know I won't get it right."

Mountain chuckled, a low rumble that felt like it rattled Swiss' brain.

"What?! It's not funny, asshole."

"It's a little funny, Swiss."

Swiss was torn between throttling Mountain or himself. Especially when Mountain moved closer to him. He couldn't back up any further when he stepped back into the table littered with tools.

"What's there to get right?"

"Everything."

Mountain was so much taller than him, he nearly forgot that fact. Being caged between the earth ghoul and the bench was the definition of being trapped between a rock and a hard place.

"I don't know about that, 's easy rosebud."

The taller ghoul graced his cheek with the tips of his fingers, rough in texture but gentle in touch. Swiss opened his mouth but nothing came out and Mountain breathed a laugh close to his parted lips. He could taste pomegranate on his exhale and had to grab the edge of the table behind him to steady himself before Mountain closed that space. He didn't trust his knees, for good reason.

His lips were chapped but moved smoothly against his own. Swiss' eyes fluttered. Better than he expected. He was sweet, he was soft, he was all encompassing and Swiss reached for a fistful of his shirt. Like this, Mountain clouded his senses. He could smell pine and honey, and the hint of whatever new laundry detergent they'd switched to.

It was a feeling he could live in. One that he'd gladly sink into and never resurface from.

Swiss had kissed others before. Every other ghoul in their pack, at least twice, and he'd never felt a lick of hesitation but kissing Mountain felt different. Like everything stopped and it was just them and that greenhouse. The rest of the world was irrelevant. Mountain kissed him like it was second nature, like it was the easiest thing he'd done in his life. As if this wasn't something Swiss had been agonizing over for weeks.

But Mountain pulled back and Swiss nearly fell over himself trying to chase the feeling.

"See? Not such a big deal."

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hellboundwrites · 5 months

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Ghouls ships and how they love

Mountain and Swiss : Past Love

Their love started with all the good intentions. It bloomed with curiosity, admiration... and even at times, devotion.

When Swiss joined the band, it was Mountain who showed him around. They walked through the whole building, passing rooms and rooms of history and artifacts, yet Swiss had all eyes on his guide. It made Mountain rather uncomfortable at first, this suave behavior Swiss already had fresh out of the Pit. But he learned to lean into it and take it as the compliment it was. It wasn't every day he felt even a little bit desired by someone else.

The first person you meet in a new place is often the one you cling to. Although Swiss did not cling to Mountain by fear of letting go and being left alone to fend for himself - he was the same confident ghoul he is today. It's just that Mountain had that older spirit, and Swiss had found that layers and layers under his calm façade, a wilder side of him existed. He wanted to unlock it. To see what was behind that secret door Mountain kept close.

Their love happened. Force of habit. Friendship and undeniable attraction just became something more with time and proximity.

They were worlds apart and to everyone, they made a really odd pair. When Swiss enjoyed going out and showing off his moves, Mountain preferred doing literally any indoor activity at his disposition. But eventually, they found their rhythm. Or so they thought.

As much as Swiss liked spending his afternoons in the greenhouse with Mountain, or watching him cook in the ghouls quarter, it frustrated him that he could always see this light flicker in Mount's eyes when they were doing more active things. Like he was tempted to run with Swiss, but always stayed behind. He'd bring him into clubs and would try to dance for him, but except for a genuine smile, Mountain would never join him. He'd look from far away. To Swiss's eyes, Mountain always looked like he wanted to, like something held him back.

From Mountain's perspective, watching Swiss having fun was a delight. It could be contagious at times. But partying became repetitive. After a handful of times, Swiss quickly became the only aspect of it that he honestly enjoyed. However, most of the time he just wanted to spend a nice evening at home, being domestic and actually having a conversation together. He wanted to know the softer sides of Swiss, too. Not just the bright and loud ones. There was no big secret on his part. He wasn't shy or intimidated, contrary to popular belief, but simply interested in other things. He guessed that Swiss liked this lifestyle only because it was so new to him, but his desire to live every minute like it was the last only persisted as months passed.

Sometimes, from the dark corner of the bar where he'd stood, he'd see a guy approach his partner with hungry eyes. And even if Swiss always declined the men's propositions, Mountain couldn't stop the feeling that someone else would make him happier.

Sex was great. But for that too, they weren't very cohesive. Swiss was able to get him out of his head and introduce him to a whole new world in this category. But Mountain could honestly live without it all. Having the man he loved close to him, intimate, would've been enough. Mountain often felt like he had to put on a show and perform to match Swiss's energy. Many times, he feared that whatever he'd give Swiss wouldn't be enough to maintain the already fragile relationship they had. If he couldn't keep up with Swiss or even challenge him and bring something new to the table, would Swiss still desire him ? And for how long ?

Eventually, their love turned out to not be enough. After weeks of failing to share good moments together or even simply managing to communicate, they had to sit and talk things out. And maybe Mountain should've broken the news a bit differently. But he was so desperate.

You're too much for me, Swiss

It wasn't how he had intended to say it. But it felt true. All this time he had longed to touch the vulnerable side of Swiss... but that day, seeing how these words hit him, all Mountain wanted was to erase the pain he had inflicted on him. Mountain had been wrong, vulnerability didn't suit Swiss at all.

During their mutual mourning, love, they learned, doesn't die. It simply changes. Some keep a sour memory of their love. Swiss and Mountain though, made the choice to save the remains of it. They stayed close, but only in friendship. They have to live together, after all.

Now even after years have passed, they keep leftovers of their love. Crumbs that could never compare to what it really should've been like. Some days the words still affect Swiss like a knife in the heart. Some days the regret eats at Mountain and he wonders if he should've just danced with Swiss. On these occasions he wishes he could go back and love Swiss properly, like he deserves.

There are things that only the two of them know. Happy memories, intimacy, scents, touches, words... those will link them both forever. It's easy to fall into nostalgia and hopes of new chances. But they know that their love was misshapen. They both grew their two halves of it in their own direction. The crumbs often tell Mountain that maybe it was the wrong time, that he still has chances. But when he sees Swiss fall again for someone new, he lets it happen. It's only then that he understands.

He understands that even if he tried his hardest, neither of them deserved someone who had to make an effort. And it wasn't anyone's fault if they couldn't make it work. Swiss and Aurora embrace each other wholly, without having to try at all. They're a perfect match, and that's all that matters in the end. One day, maybe, he'll have that too.

They know their love is not like everyone else's around them. It's strange. It's an archive, but it's theirs. This love is about loving the other with the most profound respect and wishing them the best. But most importantly, it's about knowing that not all love can fit, and we cannot shape people into what we want them to be.

It's about letting go.

Part 1. Rain and Dewdrop

Part 2. Cirrus and Cumulus

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denimpera · 5 months

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@wrathofrats tumblr ate my draft i’m sorry babes.

i’m sorry this took literally eight million years, but in compensation for the wait it’s capitalised to be at least readable 🫶 1.6k of mushy swissalps. sh tw.

Swiss whistles as he walks down the worn path to the greenhouse, kicking a small rock along the way. He's got two joints in his pocket, one of which he’s planning to give to their resident overworked earth ghoul. Maybe they’ll share both of them, or, better yet, maybe they’ll shotgun them both and Swiss can get a little handsy-

All three of his ideas go out the window when he swings the door to the greenhouse open and is met with Mountain, hunched over, carving a trowel into his arm.

Mountain looks up at the sudden clang of the greenhouse door being shut, and Swiss can see his hands start to shake as he pales, eyes going wide, mouth opening and closing uselessly as he tries to come up with an explanation. He doesn't have one, he finds, and he's quick to stand up from the old, worn couch and pull his sleeve down, heedless of the blood that's trickling down his arm in rivulets, pooling in his palm.

Swiss feels rooted on the spot, eyes glued to the stain of red seeping through his dusty brown button down. Mountain keeps flicking his wrist, trying to free himself of the pooled blood on his hand as he digs that same trowel into a pot of empty soil on his workbench. It’s obvious that he has no business with it, aimlessly tossing around soil while he wipes the sweat from his brow and attempts, in a conversational tone, “Swiss, what brings you here?”

It’s casual enough to bring Swiss out of whatever shock induced trance he was in, stumbling forward before he thinks about it, catching Mountain off guard when he reaches out to roll his sleeve up. It makes Mountain jerk back like he's been burned, but he doesn't take his eyes off of the soil.

“Mountain, are you okay? What- your arm, you-” Swiss stammers inelegantly, gaping at Mountain as he continues to shovel around the soil, Swiss can see his hand shaking around the trowel, hears the breaths that are coming just a little too quick, and if he cranes his head enough to get a good look at Mountain’s eyes he can see the shimmer of unshed tears in his eyes.

“Mount…” Swiss whispers.

Mountain flinches at the tone, squeezing his eyes shut and inhaling sharply through his nose. “What do you want, Swiss?”

The crease between Mountain’s brow assures Swiss that he feels guilty about snapping at him, but he knows in this state Mountain won’t apologise. Swiss has only seen him like this once; shortly after Dewdrop’s transition, bed ridden, future uncertain. He’s wound up, stressed, closing in on himself. He knows that Mountain feels like he can’t reach out when he’s struggling, that he expects the rest of the pack to see him as a pillar to lean on and therefore can’t let his guard down for even a moment. No amount of reassuring him that no one expects that of him seems to get through to him; met only with a clipped sigh, a wave of the hand, and a practised “I’m fine, stop worrying.”, followed by him quickly walking away with the excuse of tending to the greenhouse.

Swiss wishes he could catch him before it gets this bad.

Swiss’ lack of response seems to irritate Mountain- whether it be from annoyance or fear, he doesn’t know, but Mountain holds his shoulders higher, trying to make himself as big as possible as he pulls in a shuddering breath. “Swiss,” he all but sobs out. “You can’t tell anyone.”

The wet, quickening breaths spur Swiss into action; rushing forward in the small space between them to wrap his arms around Mountain’s shoulders, clinging to him and crushing him into his chest. He holds on tight, holds on until Mountain breaks; the trowel clanging against the workbench as Mountain wraps his arms around Swiss’ middle, heaving a heavy sob into Swiss’ shoulder. Swiss runs one of his hands through Mountain’s hair, a little greasy and knotty, pressing Mountain’s face into his neck, slowly lowering them both to the ground as Mountain cries. Swiss pulls him impossibly closer, cradling him against his chest. Mountain may be taller than him but Satanas does he feel so small huddled against Swiss, shoulders shaking with sobs as he clings to Swiss’ shirt.

Swiss shushes him, whispering words of love into his hair as he presses kisses to the crown of his head, his horns. Hand cradling the back of his head, thumb tracing along his cheekbone. He cries for what feels like hours, full bodied earthquakes of sobs tampering off into gasps and desperate heaves for breath while he shudders- Swiss holding him close and rocking him the whole time. He feels lighter, somehow. Like a weight has been lifted off of his tired, tired shoulders. However, accompanying his relief is bone deep embarrassment.

He clears his throat, coughs a little, “Swiss,”

He feels Swiss hum under his cheek.

“I’m sor-“

“Mount.”

Mountain lifts his head from Swiss’ chest to look at him, questioning.

Swiss speaks slowly, seriously. “If you apologise right now, I will tickle you.”

“I-I… what? I am thou-“ he’s surprised into a sort of squawk as Swiss stays true to his word; fingers moving lightning quick against Mountain’s sides until he lets out an indignant, giggly grumble of “okay, okay!”, pushing weakly at Swiss’ chest until the torture stops. Swiss brings his hands up to hold Mountain to his chest instead, and Mountain melts against him. He lets Swiss pet him, lets Swiss get his fill while Mountain soaks up the affection.

Swiss whispers “What’s going on in that head of yours, huh?” while he traces a finger against Mountain’s temple, so quiet Mountain almost misses it entirely, other hand rubbing up and down Mountain’s back. Soothing.

Mountain takes a steadying breath, ignoring how it trembles on its way out. “So much, Swiss, I don’t even know where to start- and-“

His panicked rambling is cut off before it can even start, Swiss shushing him and tucking a lock of hair behind his ear before pressing his forehead to Mountain’s. “So much going on that if you try and pinpoint one thing, you can’t. Huh, bud?”

He says it with such understanding and patience that Mountain melts even more, nodding gently against Swiss’ forehead, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “Everything’s just… too much.”

Swiss answers with a hum before asking; “So… when did that start?”

Mountain moves back a little so he can look at Swiss fully, his posture is open and comforting, like he really cares. Like he doesn’t mean any harm or judgement. “Shortly after, um, Dew’s transition. When- when everything was crazy,” he trips over himself trying to veer away from seeming like he’s blaming Dew- he’s not-

“Hey, evergreen. I gotcha, it’s not Dew’s fault. Everything was hectic then.” right. He said that part out loud.

Mountain fidgets with the hem of his shirt, eyes downcast. “Since then, it’s just… become a habit, when things get too much. It helps, I guess, a-and I’m not putting myself in danger, so-“

“Mount, something like this- even if you’re being safe with it,” he emphasises ‘safe’ with air quotes, “opens the gate for it to get dangerous down the line. No matter how safe you think you’re being. You’re hurting yourself, lirio.”

Swiss places his hand atop Mountain’s, supportive. Mountain can’t bring himself to look at him, though. “I…”

“Look, how about we get you cleaned up, make some tea, and then talk about it another time, huh? You got a first aid kit in here?”

Later, Mountain will thank Swiss for his ability to sense when he’s about to spiral, will thank him for being effortlessly understanding and non judgmental.

Now, though, he simply points to a metal tin on the shelf above the workbench.

Swiss jumps up to grab it, sitting down onto the couch and rifling through the contents. He takes out a few bandaids, a wipe, and a bandage, patting the spot next to him after he closes the tin. Mountain gets up from his spot on the floor, sitting next to Swiss on the couch, making Swiss’ job easier by rolling up his bloodied sleeve for him.

Swiss is careful not to outwardly react, Mountain knows he can see the patchwork of previous scars that accompany the fresh ones, he ducks his head and stares somewhere off to the right while Swiss busies himself with gently cleaning away the drying, flaky blood. Cooing when Mountain hisses, tells him he’ll try to be quick. He dabs away as much of the blood as he can, leaving Mountain’s upper forearm clean, tells him he can wash the rest of it off when they go inside.

He sets out the bandaids, decides he’ll only need three at most, and gets to work plastering them over the cuts. He works carefully, gently, but securely. Like he’s used to doing this.

He takes the bandage next, wrapping it around Mountain’s forearm a dozen times before he clips it to stay. Then he rolls down Mountain’s sleeve, petting his wrist thrice. “All done, big guy.”

Mountain exhales heavily and stares down at his sleeve. “Good thing this shirt is dark, right?”

It pulls an unsuspecting laugh from Swiss, who shakes his head fondly before standing, holding his hand out for Mountain, who takes it, letting Swiss help him up. “I'll get the tea started, you change your shirt, okay?”

Mountain nods, squeezing Swiss’ hand. They walk back to the abbey like that, hands swinging softly between them while Swiss tells Mountain why he even came out to the greenhouse, offering to smoke with Swiss after their tea while they talk.

He starts to think that maybe he can let Swiss in, and maybe, just maybe, he’ll be okay.

#avpds your mountain ghoul #sorry if this seems rushed i wanted to get it done while the juice was flowin #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain/swiss #sh tw #also swiss calls mountain ‘lily’ in spanish #the band ghost fanfiction #ficlet #still dont know how to tag.#denim writes

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noahl-art · 7 months

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Ghostober / Day 7 - Cockwarming

Mountain wanted to read but Swiss was being a bit too annoying so a bit of discipline was needed 💦 Full version HERE (not very proud of this one but meh that's part of the game!)

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forlorn-crows · 1 month

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crow I'm going to bite you so damn hard for that swissalps thought I swear

you'll just have to keep biting me i guess. rambling essentially co-written by @askingforthesun bc we wouldn't shut up about it last night

[continuation of this post]

Swiss kneeling between his legs, keeping them open so he can see mountain clench around nothing. Mountain dripping and whining and wriggling bc he wants more, but oh, swiss is nothing but a menace. Big hands on mountains thighs while he stretches him open and mountain is panting and making the loveliest sounds. Moans and hiccups and whines that go through the break in his voice. Hole clenching around the plug begging it to go all the way in

So patient, being such a good boy for me as swiss denies him the one thing he wants. Little dick just throbbing, getting so full from being untouched.

Swiss-uhh, mountain whines with his head tossed back on the pillow

Mountain-uhhh, swiss only teases back. What you want, baby, hm?

Need it in, please, put it in

Its not all the way in bc he wont let mountains body suck it all the way in, its hovering at the widest part and he just wants to cry. He wants to feel full and swiss is just tormenting him bc he wants to see his wet cunt squeeze around nothing

And swiss being swiss, when he finally does push it all the way in, he does it with his pinky, ring and middle sinking into his cunt simultaneously and trapping mountain’s clit between his thumb and forefinger.

That’s it baby, right there, huh? All sweet and sappy and mountain nearly cries bc gods its so fucking much. Torture and pleasure all at once and he’s drooling so much, he cant think straight

Gonna cum—fuck ‘m gonna— and swiss encouraging him come on, baby, be a good boy and lemme see you cum for me

And mountain whines like a wounded animal, huffing out moans every time his stomach spasms as hes cumming and all swiss can do is watch, eyebrows upturned and groaning out a fuuuuck yes

His own dick is nice and chubby now, so drunk on watching mount’s ass clench around this pretty pink toy and….yeah, he wants in now. Wants to replace that plug with his hard as steel cock, fuck another one out of him. Sweet talkin mount as hes still coming down let me treat you right sweetheart and his hands just alllll over him. Draping himself over the earth ghoul and mouthing at his neck, begging to fuck him and mountain can only whine out a sad uh huh

Swiss slowly turning him onto his belly. Rutting his cock against the flair of the plug and lucifer the noises mountain makes.

Gonna fuck you so good, baby, so much better than that toy groaning and growling right up against mountain’s ear yeah? Gonna take it for me? Shit makes you so wet, doesn’t it? And hes stroking his folds so soft compared to the rest of what hes doing

Mountain just nodding feverishly against the sheets, pressing his ass back against swiss’ length. Claws digging into the fabric, close to ripping and swiss chuckles so deep. Pulling at the plug and relishing in the way it makes him drip

Lets get you filled up, pretty boy

#ask #the band ghost fanfic #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #swissalps #mountain/swiss #swiss/mountain #mountain x swiss #swiss x mountain #its not but its more than a ramble so #ficlet #hypnone #one day i'll fix my tags on these things #transmasc mountain #tee hee #ghost fanfic #the band ghost

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coffeeghoulie · 2 months

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Hi!! Can I pretty please request number 15 from the kiss prompt list with Mountain and Swiss 🥺🫶

absolutely!! two big boys coming right up lol, hope you enjoy!

#15: passionately

Mountain is always hyperaware of his size and strength, the biggest ghoul in the band pack.

He is careful, and considerate, and reserves the full brunt of his power for hitting his drums. But even the strongest wills can be broken, and Swiss is one stubborn son of a bitch.

The earth ghoul tightens his grip on his sticks, the sweat on his palms making them slip in his grasp. He grits his teeth, trying to focus on his kit in front of him. Mountain growls, too law and rumbly for any of the humans to hear, but around him, his packmates all tense near imperceptibly.

Except, of course, Swiss.

The multighoul is too busy grinding against his micstand, grinning and making lewd gestures in the audience's direction, but Mountain can see the way his eyes glance over to his own platform, gold winking behind the lenses of his mask. Mountain can see the way his tail would be swaying coyly behind him if it weren't for their human glamours.

Mountain takes a deep breath, cursing as he hits the snare so hard his stick snaps cleanly in half. He growls and pulls another one out of his bag, keeping his gaze firmly in front of him for the rest of the show. He can feel the waves of smug satisfaction rolling off of the multighoul to his right, catching Cirrus in the crossfire. He growls again, shaking his head

Bows go as they always do, and Mountain quietly storms up behind Swiss and Aeon as they walk off stage together, heads pressed together and laughing. He growls, big hand grabbing Swiss by the back of the neck, letting some of his true strength bleed through his glamour.

Swiss yelps, and Aeon ducks away, eyes wide but a little amazed. Rain laughs as he and Dew walk past, and Aeon scrambles to meet up with them

"What's up with you, maple?" Swiss teases, pulling his faux innocence back on. Cool, calm, collected Swiss, and the thought makes Mountain's fingers tighten around the scruff of his neck.

For what it's worth, Swiss goes easily as Mountain pulls him into a dark alcove, spinning him and shoving his back against the cinderblock wall so hard he can feel the breath knocked from Swiss's lungs.

He laughs, dazed and giddy, as Mountain boxes him in, looming over the multi-ghoul, green eyes flaring in the darkness as he glares down at him.

"You know what's up," edelweiss," Mountain says, hands that dwarf even Swiss's curling into the front of his vest. "You think I'm fucking stupid?"

Swiss scoffs, still impossibly level despite everything. "Never, Mount. Smartest ghoul I know.”

Mountain leans down, their masks scraping together as he whispers in the multi-ghoul’s ear.

"Then why in the name of Belial did you think it was a good idea to mess with me?"

With how close they are, chests pressed together, clothes damp with sweat, there's no hiding the way Swiss shudders, a breathy keen escaping his lips, the air in the tight corner smelling of cinnamon and Mountain's own rosemary. "Mount," he breathes.

Mountain huffs, laughing as Swiss's head lolls back, the helmet thudding against the wall. "I've barely touched you, edelweiss, and you're all worked up. This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it?"

He doesn't wait for an answer before hauling Swiss up by the vest, crashing into a kiss that's mostly teeth, both of them losing their grips on their glamour. Swiss hisses as his bottom lip catches on Mountain's sharp fangs, but groans into it.

Mountain's head spins. As much as he hates to admit it, Swiss's teasing always gets to him way more than he lets on. It's messy and chaotic and he pins Swiss to the wall with it, even as Swiss's hands curl around the tubing on his helmet. It tastes of the fruit of his vape, sheer desperation. Their lips slide together, slick with their spit.

Mountain just knows both of their faces will be smeared with the remnants of their grease paint, nipping again at Swiss's lip in delight when he can taste it, and the brightness of the iron that follows quickly after.

He pulls back, leaving Swiss heaving, lip bleeding, eyes soft and hazy behind the lenses of his mask.

Mountain stares smugly down at him, adjusting his rumpled, soaked shirt. "That's all you get tonight, Swiss," he says, nearly a growl. "I'll know if you go to the others."

Swiss nods, chest still heaving as he catches his breath, licking at his lip. Mountain laughs as he turns and heads to the dressing room.

#sorry if the formatting’s scuffed I did this on my phone #dot's writing #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #swissalps #mountain/swiss #fic request #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #kiss prompts

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iamthecomet · 10 months

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Comet we see scenes play through between the ghouls but can we see the buildup of a scene but at some point in it someone has to make the "mayday" call and the care following? Ghouls and content of your choice.

Safe word use, and some soft big boys (Swiss/Mountain) below the cut.

They've done this a hundred times at least. Played this through. Mountain has been here, face down, ass up, just like this more times than he can count. But for some reason, tonight, it's making his skin feel too tight. He's too deep in his head. Nowhere near subspace. His brain a constant hum of thoughts that this treatment is supposed to silence, but instead, when Swiss drags his claws up the back of Mountain's thighs--a threat for what's next--it makes Mountain feel like he's going to fall apart. He can feel too much of his body. Can hear his heart pounding in his ears. Mountain bites down on his cheek and tries to breathe. To focus. To drop. The sharp slap of Swiss' palm against his ass--and the plug buried inside of him--makes him yelp. Heat builds through his face, his throat burns. "Swiss--" "You love it," Swiss growls. And usually Mountain would nod, dumb already, but instead he shakes his head. He doesn't, not now, not like this. The false edge of Swiss' anger is making him spiral. He digs his fingers into the bed, his breath catches in his throat when he tries to calm down. Panic crawls up his throat. He doesn't know what he needs or what he wants but it's not--he can't-- "Red," he whispers then repeats himself a little louder, the word cracking in his throat. He feels a flash of worry as soon as he says it. Worry that Swiss will be disappointed in him--he's disappointed in himself. He should be able to do this for his partner, should be able to-- Swiss doesn't hesitate. He reaches for Mountain's hips and eases him onto his back so he can see his face. He kneels between Mountain's spread thighs and craddles his face in his overwarm hands. "Look at me, Mount," Swiss says. The demanding tone of his voice gone--like it was never there. Mountain blinks, directs his glassy gaze to Swiss' face. He's going to cry. "'m sorry," he mumbles. He's not aware of the tears until Swiss is wiping them away with his thumbs. "Hey, hey, Sunflower. It's ok." "Wanted to be good for you. But it doesn't--I can't--" "Stop," Swiss says firmly. "You are good for me. So good. Don't worry about that. I want to help, you have to talk to me, Mount. Please?" Mountain takes a deep breath. The panic is starting to fade. Swiss presses one of his hands over Mountain's racing heart and waits. "Don't know what the problem is," Mountain says honestly. He heaves out a breath, feels the world start to come back into focus. "It just didn't feel good. Thought it was what I wanted, but I can't right now. I'm sorry--" "No apologizing," Swiss admonishes. "There's nothing to be sorry for, Sunflower. Tell me what you need. Do you want something else instead?" Mountain looks away, digging his teeth into his cheek. He shakes his head sharply. He's done. Pleasure feels distant, impossible.

"No. Not right now." Swiss bends down and presses a kiss to the base of one of Mountain's horns. "Alright. Let's get you cleaned up then big guy." Swiss moves to pull away, to help Mountain up. No doubt to take him into the bathroom, to take the plug out with gentle hands and wipe him down, get him dressed. But Mountain catches him by the wrist before he goes too far. "In a minute." "You'll feel better after." "I know," Mountain agrees, but he holds Swiss' wrist fast. He tugs until Swiss relents and lays down next to him. Curling his broad arms around Mountain's shoulders. Allowing the earth ghoul to nuzzle his face into the hollow of Swiss' throat and breathe in the spiced smell of him. Swiss sighs, but tightens his grip. Pulls Mountain flush against him, using the breadth of his chest to envelop Mountain with ease. Mountain feels the tension drain from his shoulders. "Just a little longer," Mountain mumbles against Swiss' collarbone. Swiss kisses the top of his head. "Whenever you're ready."

#comet writes #ficlet #Swiss/Mountain #Mountain/Swiss #Mountain Ghoul #Swiss Army Ghoul #I am very much not happy with this #but here it is #Ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fan fiction

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